A long cloud, a stream in January, a scene for a year.
There is a moment in life, a bodhi tree and a haze.
Many people walk around to watch the flower show, and the ferry goes to enjoy a lake of spring water, from one city to another town. Along the way, some people put idle clouds in their bags, some people carry stories on their shoulders, and they are all looking for their inner hometown, but they are in a hurry, forgetting where they came from and not knowing how to return. Bai Luomei, a talented woman who lives in seclusion, writes the world of mortals with Zen, lives with Buddhism and changes her mind into fireworks. Have time to cut bodhi with her, listen to her quietly tell the fate of this relationship, overlook the fireworks world, live a quiet life, and look forward to the stability of this world. ...
Like water, warm a pot of Bai Yueguang, and caress a song "Water Clouds Zen Heart" in the small courtyard where the fallen flowers are buried deeply. At this time, the dust flying in the daytime has dispersed, the smoke cloud has converged, and the world has forgotten the machine. The world of mortals is over, and birds return to the mountains. Silent water, a wild boat crossing, drifting in the clear waves, can't find the back of the past.
Empty mountains and birds talk, people live in white clouds.
The gurgling spring is in my heart, and there are fish in the pond.
The wind blows the mountains, the moon shines and shadows move,
The world of mortals gathers and scatters like a dream, and is deeply sad.
Looking at the gloomy clouds and cherishing the bright moon,
Caress a song, send it remotely, and it is difficult to complain about homesickness.
My heart is like a cloud of smoke, dancing with long sleeves.
People are thousands of miles away, and the soul and dreams are often dependent.
Beauty is empty and self-confessed.
Conan couldn't wake up from his dream, and the ancient mountain forest was empty.
Listen, Qingquan Ding Dong Ding Dong seems unintentional,
Reflects the silence of my long night.
All beings are in the past.
Enjoy reading and taking notes.